Methods of thought which claim to give the lead to our world in the name of revolution have become, in reality, ideologies of consent and not of rebellion.

Ah! my friend, for whomever is alone, without a god and without a master, the weight of time is terrible. One must then choose a master, God being out of style.

Moreover, most people, assuming they had not altogether abandoned religious observances, or did not combine them naively with a thoroughly immoral way of living, had replace normal religious practice by more or less extravagant superstitions.

In truth, I was so good at being a man, with such plenitude and simplicity, that I thought I was something of a superman.

Have you noticed that only death arouses our emotions? How we love thee friends who have just passed away, right? How we admire those master who no longer speak, their mouths full of dirt. We them we are not obligated.

If, after all, men cannot always make history have a meaning, they can always act so that their own lives have one.

I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys.